"i'm lying on the kitchen floor
watching snow come dancing down
the sky is brown and my clothes
are torn wish i could take
a photograph of your voice
there's a big glass door
bad furniture and bare trees
keeping me in. it hurts to hear
you sigh i feel your breath
through all these miles
my heart beats along
with the bass in that
song you love you dont love much
but you do love me you love me.
thank God you remembered me
look where we are now sitting so
f a r a p a r t
watching winter sing her song
cry her tears paint her world.
i know you can hear me."

writtin by my bff lina!

ya its good